There is nothing to say really. It is subtle No big bangs or explosions. Just this slow collapse. I am falling and failing And I am sorry for anyone I hurt on the way down. I never intended any of this. Truly, I didn’t. I was just blundering in the dark Tripping over myself. I cannot help but wonder If there was a point at which I could have forestalled this result Or if my own fears Were a self-fulfilling prophecy. Have I lost another person To the same mistake? I am crying in every moment But my eyes are dry. I sleep, I wake Sometimes I dream, sometimes I don’t. It makes no difference. What have I let myself become? Who was in the right? Who was in the wrong? Someone tell me! There is no one who can. I am left wallowing in my uncertainty With an aching through my bones And into something deeper. Bone-tired Spirit-tired And faithless. How do I make this right? How do I fix this wrong? I think and I cannot process I look but I do not see I love but I do not perceive properly. Nothing I can do. Too late. Nothing I can do.